Mikey

Mikey was no pushover. He was a Jack Russell terrier with attitude. He might have been found as a stray covered in frost under a hedge and left in a Dog Pound, but he marched into Kim’s Home as if he owned the place. He sussed out the beds, the water bowls, his food bowl, the pesky Zeb and never looked back.

Mikey was a real character and the fact that he was very, very old (17/18), nearly blind and very deaf did not in any way diminish his impact on his family.

He established his routine. He knew he didn’t go out on the first walk of the day but had his own wander round the block afterwards. He was first in the queue for the afternoon walk and loved his potterings around the College field, his paddling in the river and seeing off big dogs in the park. I think he was at his happiest when he was in the midst of all his pack earnestly sniffing a very important smell.

He was sometimes courteous to me but more often treated me like the handmaiden I was. He welcomed all female fosters into the house and gave the males hell.

He left Kim’s Home in November 2006.

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